My Girls

Monday, March 28, 2011

in retrospect a few days can make. Now, granted, it didn't seem like a few days when scraping my windshield or wrapping that scarf once again or wiping watery eyes from frigid air. Retrospect, in my experience is a lot better on this side than the other. In fact, the old adage, the grass is greener on the other side, does not apply here. Regardless, Spring is glorious in Pandora!!!!! This morning's coffee found Mossy swinging from a sign nestled amidst the azaleas. "Whats a Peeler?" she squeaked as she hung monkey style by one arm. "It's my mom's maiden name, my grandparent's names, JT and Sylva." Glancing again, for her reaction the space was empty. "Mossy?" I muttered as I settled down to sip and see the antics of Pandora. We've an entire bevy of new birds this year of which Don & I keep wondering what they are without seeking any clarification of the question. It's actually becoming another one of those routines we excel at. "Look," I'll say, "there is one of those birds." "Yes," he replies "I wonder what it is." Upon reflection, I must admit, WE are the same birds of a feather. Tis comfort in routine. What were the routines of my grandparents? As I child, did I ever notice? Tis comfort in the sameness (don't think this is a word) of the one you love. Pondering such deep thoughts, I failed to see until the Blue Jay landed in front of me who was riding on his back. Mossy jumped quickly down, blew him a kiss and began to clog. Okay, you think I'm kidding, right? Nope. CLOG! She was even wearing tiny golden wooden clogs. She was also sporting a red velvet vest upon which was pinned a small Johnny-Jump-up bloom. I sat quickly up and began to clap as her cavorting (sorry, clogging) circled the pond. "I declare," I shouted, catching her infectious mood. "I'll join you, too!." Twas then that "routine"flew off with that Blue Jay. Now, all I'm going to say here, is you missed quite the sight, this bright and beautiful morn, when a small tiny gnome and a grandmother of 8 clogged merrily amidst the blooms!

My Girls

Snippets of an addle-pated mind and her wee little gnome friend, Mossy.

Wrap up tight in caution tape and enter with care for the tales of the two are quite simply....

BEYOND COMPARE!

Welcome to my world of wHimsEy!

A world of a wee little gnome, Mossy and a grandmother (aka Nonni) of ten. Mossy has delighted in reading her stories and LOVES that you do, too! She is often balancing on the top of the monitor as we relive her antics blogystyley (her word). Mossy ALWAYS ask, if we've any feedback, so PLEASE comment (I've been having to make up some, just so I can have some peace). Of course (if your like me), Mossy may just leave you speechless. Should this be the case-consider yourself understood! May you SEE what is unseen, and hey, if that's not "your thing" thanks a WhOle BuNcH for joining in on Mossy & Me's blogystyley thing!